“I wish I had a pretty house, The littlest ever seen, With funny little red walls And roof of mossy green.”

They gurgled with joy at this, for by the greatest good luck the branches they had brought were sticky with red sap, and all the ground was carpeted with moss. As they rattled up the little house they broke into song themselves:

“We’ve built the little walls and roof

And made a lovely door,

So tell us, mother Wendy,

What are you wanting more?”